I Will Always Be There With You. Poem by Nikhil Parekh

In devastating despair leading to absolute hell; as well as a river of perpetual happiness,
In treacherous malice charring you to raw ash; as well as a cloud burst of bountifully tantalizing rain,

In bizarre winds of acrimonious winter; as well as golden sunshine melodiously bestowing from the silver skies,

In gruesomely crippling paralysis; as well as robust exhilaration triumphantly galloping towards the corridors of unparalleled success,

I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if it meant blending each element of my countenance; with debilitatingly threadbare soil.


In inexplicable sadness perpetuating doomsday; as well as a celestial reservoir of unflinchingly Herculean strength,

In acridly sweltering deserts; as well as oceans of perennial harmony blossoming into a fountain of mesmerizing resplendence,

In ghastly blackness enshrouding you from all sides; as well as flamboyantly brilliant light proving a messiah at each step you tread,

In moments of lecherously pathetic boredom; as well as profoundly enchanting newness blooming into a festoon of united humankind,

I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if the devil uncouthly blinded my eyes; thoroughly maimed me without respite.

In gutters rotting towards horrendous extinction; as well as a blanket of magically emollient rose strewn astoundingly in the pristine fields outside,

In tragically crippling instants which lamented the bereaved; as well as fresh signs of rhapsodically blessed birth,

In ludicrously stone dumb silence; as well as the majestically shimmering island of ultimate paradise,

In webs of malicious infidelity breaking your heart; as well as torrential thunderbolts of incredulously vivacious desire,

I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if cold-blooded avalanches of manipulation; brutally pulverized me like an ant; well before my destined time.

In miserably slithering cocoons of defeat; as well as the summit of the handsome mountains towering well above the voluptuous clouds,

In rustically nomadic realms of impoverished illiteracy; as well as the royally embellished throne; marvelously epitomizing the Oriental castle,

In profusely famished corridors of the vociferously wailing stomach; as well as fathomless platters of gold inundated with the most magnificent jewels on
this planet,

In corpses of invidiously flagrant betrayal; as well as winds of immortally passionate heartbeats and love,

I will always be there by your side O! Beloved; even if every iota of sky blended with black soil; and every tomorrow died even before the previous night could arise.